𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦 || 𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗃𝗎𝗇 ✗

08. || 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇.

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Yeonjun felt his self esteem decrease once again by Beomgyu's words, before he huffed out in anger.
"Why don't you talk about yourself, you whore slutty bitch."
Beomgyu's smirk widened at the boy's sudden outburst. He loved the way Yeonjun got riled up so easily. He pushed himself off the counter, taking a few steps forward until he was standing right in front of the boy. He leaned down, bringing his face close to Yeonjun's as he spoke in a low voice.

"Oh, is that supposed to hurt my feelings? Come on, princess, you can do better than that."
Yeonjun looked over at the bowl of ramen before pushing his way past Beomgyu, grabbing the bowl firmly before making his way towards the kitchen table. Beomgyu let out a huff of surprise as Yeonjun pushed past him, grabbing the bowl of ramen. He watched as the boy made his way over to the table, his smirk turning into a smirk of disbelief.

"Hey, I made that for you, you rude bastard." He said, annoyance lacing his voice. He followed Yeonjun to the table, sitting down across from him as he observed the boy.
Yeonjun didn't answer him as he got up to get some chopsticks sitting back down. He lightly blew on the ramen while stirring it with the chopsticks, picking up a small amount of the noodles. Before he could take a bite Beomgyu took the chopsticks from him, along with the bowl of ramen.
"My.." Yeonjun looked over at Beomgyu, not uttering another word.

Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle at the way Yeonjun's face was morphed into a pout as he took the ramen away. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his tone as he spoke.
"What, I can't let you eat until you apologize for being a rude little shit." He held the bowl and chopsticks just out of Yeonjun's reach, a teasing smirk on his lips.
"Just give it b-back.."

Beomgyu continued to hold the bowl and chopsticks just out of reach, enjoying the way Yeonjun's expression shifted to one of desperation. He shook his head, a hint of playfulness in his tone.
"Say please, pretty boy."
"Give me the damn ramen!"

Beomgyu chuckled at the boy's stubborn attitude, his smirk widening. He shook his head, holding the bowl further away.
"You really think I'm gonna give it to you with an attitude like that? Ask nicely, sweet voice, and I might consider it."
"Please, can you give it back.." Yeonjun pouted, his pink plump duck lips forming into a frown as he eyed the bowl of ramen.

Beomgyu's smirk softened at the boy's pleading expression, his gaze shifting to focus on Yeonjun's pouty lips. He silently cursed to himself for how cute the boy looked like that. He let out a dramatic sigh before speaking again.
"There. Was that so hard, princess? I guess I can give it back to you now." He held out the bowl and chopsticks for Yeonjun to take back, his tone still slightly mocking.

Yeonjun smiled happily as he reached out for the bowl.
Beomgyu pulled them back slightly, a grin plastered on his face.
"Let me feed you hm?"
"I can do it myself-"
"I know. But I want to feed you, so just shut up and open your mouth." Beomgyu said, his tone still playful, but leaving no room for argument.
He scooped up some ramen onto the chopsticks, bringing it over to Yeonjun's face.
"Say 'ahhh', pretty boy."

Yeonjun looked down at the chopsticks, lightly placing a hand with Beomgyu's around them as he parted his lips open. A soft moan escaping his lips before he ate the noodles.
Beomgyu's breath hitched slightly as he heard the soft moan escape the boy's lips, his heart skipping a beat at the sound. He quickly regained his composure, his expression turning smug as he fed the boy another mouthful of noodles.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, princess? Having me feed you like this..."

He continued feeding Yeonjun, his gaze fixating on the boy's pink lips. He couldn't help but linger on the sound of the boy's moan, the image of it replaying in his mind over and over.
"You know, this is exactly how you should be behaving... all obedient and cute, letting me take care of you.."

He lifted the chopsticks up to Yeonjun's lips again, his voice coming out in a low, almost possessive tone as he continued,
"You're mine, got it? So next time, don't even think about being rude and bossy. You're only sweet and obedient for me."

"Yours..?" Yeonjun silently repeated feeling a small blush creep up his cheeks, those same words making him feel loved once again..
Beomgyu smiled at the way Yeonjun's cheeks flushed pink, his gaze darkening slightly as he took in the boy's sweet, obedient expression.

"Damn right, mine." He fed the boy another mouthful of ramen, his hand shifting so that he was now gently cupping Yeonjun's chin. He watched as the boy swallowed, his eyes tracing every movement of his throat as he spoke again.
"Do you like the sound of that, princess? Being mine.. being all pretty and sweet for me, letting me take care of you and feed you like this?"

"Uhm I..." Yeonjun looked up at Beomgyu with his innocent shining fox eyes before stumbling against his words, "I'll...think about it..."
Beomgyu's smirk faded slightly at the boy's response, a hint of irritation in his tone.
"Think about it? Princess, there's nothing to think about. You're already mine, whether you realize it or not." He fed another mouthful of ramen to the boy.

"You're going to accept it sooner or later, so why not just save yourself the time and agree now so I can start taking care of you properly."
"Beomgyu t-that really isn't necessary, I'm just going to be sick for a day or two..but I can take care of myself-"

Beomgyu rolled his eyes at Yeonjun's stubbornness, a hint of anger in his tone.
"God, you're so damn hardheaded, you know that? That's why you're in this situation in the first place. If you would just let me take care of you, you wouldn't be laid up with a goddamn fever right now." He let out a frustrated huff before continuing,
"It IS necessary. I'm not letting you just rot away on your own. You're going to let me take care of you, end of story."

Yeonjun listened to Beomgyu speak in a harsh tone, he trembled a bit before nodding in agreement.
"Right I'm, sorry..I'll...let you take care of m-me.."
Beomgyu's expression softened slightly at Yeonjun's response, a hint of smug satisfaction in his tone.

"Good. That's what I like to hear, princess." He fed the boy another mouthful of ramen, his hand still cupped under the boy's chin. He smiled to himself, enjoying the way the boy looked all sweet and obedient like this.
"See how much better things are when you're all nice and obedient for me? You're so much cuter when you're like this."

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